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MR. MASOCHIST
I have mastered the secrets of the flesh
And become a god of self-gratification
Pain and suffering
Sex and fuckery
Has become the alpha and omega
Nail me up for the next crucifixion
For I am the martyr of the murdered
ALL THE SKELETONS ARE IN MY CLOSET
I am so transfixed by another fix
THE HOOKS AND CHAINS AND CONFIGURED LAMENTS
hear me, hear me
ANGELS to some
DEMONS to others
I opened the box
AND WE CAME
Thirteen black candles, thirty silver coins
Offered to fallen idols of putrefaction
God of endeavors
Torn so asunder
Slip razors into my epidermis
I find salvation in malediction
For I am the martyr of the murdered
ALL THE SKELETONS ARE IN MY CLOSET
I am so transfixed by another fix
THE HOOKS AND CHAINS AND CONFIGURED LAMENTS
hear me, hear me
ANGELS to some
DEMONS to others
I opened the box
AND WE CAME
Strip me down
Chain me up
Rip me from
Neck to nuts
Became an
Empty cup
From where my
Lifeblood spilled
Such spendlor in torture
From the spires of Heaven
To the burning pits of HELL
I have found what I sought
In the terror I wrought
To watch from behind the veil
For you are the martyr of the murdered
ALL THE SKELETONS ARE IN YOUR CLOSET
You are so transfixed by another fix
THE HOOKS AND CHAINS AND CONFIGURED LAMENTS
hear you, hear you
ANGELS to some
DEMONS to others
You opened the box
AND WE CAME
And become a god of self-gratification
Pain and suffering
Sex and fuckery
Has become the alpha and omega
Nail me up for the next crucifixion
For I am the martyr of the murdered
ALL THE SKELETONS ARE IN MY CLOSET
I am so transfixed by another fix
THE HOOKS AND CHAINS AND CONFIGURED LAMENTS
hear me, hear me
ANGELS to some
DEMONS to others
I opened the box
AND WE CAME
Thirteen black candles, thirty silver coins
Offered to fallen idols of putrefaction
God of endeavors
Torn so asunder
Slip razors into my epidermis
I find salvation in malediction
For I am the martyr of the murdered
ALL THE SKELETONS ARE IN MY CLOSET
I am so transfixed by another fix
THE HOOKS AND CHAINS AND CONFIGURED LAMENTS
hear me, hear me
ANGELS to some
DEMONS to others
I opened the box
AND WE CAME
Strip me down
Chain me up
Rip me from
Neck to nuts
Became an
Empty cup
From where my
Lifeblood spilled
Such spendlor in torture
From the spires of Heaven
To the burning pits of HELL
I have found what I sought
In the terror I wrought
To watch from behind the veil
For you are the martyr of the murdered
ALL THE SKELETONS ARE IN YOUR CLOSET
You are so transfixed by another fix
THE HOOKS AND CHAINS AND CONFIGURED LAMENTS
hear you, hear you
ANGELS to some
DEMONS to others
You opened the box
AND WE CAME
Published 1st Oct 2021
| Edited 6th Oct 2021
Author's Note
©2021 Frank Green
Based on and borrowed from The Hellraiser franchise.
Based on and borrowed from The Hellraiser franchise.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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1st Oct 2021 1:13pm
2nd Oct 2021 4:53am
Im addicted to this. Hes a sexual fantasy of mine. just so you should know, that awfully crazy yet wonderful Pin Head. Great one, honey. <3
Dont judge me for this comment. I have issues that I, well aware of HAHA! <3
Dont judge me for this comment. I have issues that I, well aware of HAHA! <3
